Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, nor do I own the Harry potter series in anyway. I Do however, own the fabulous Donal family and Zilla.

Guide for format:

"Talking"

Thinking

Flashbacks/memories

*spell*


One heavy breath. Two heavy breath. Thirteen stunners. Twenty disarming spells. And two killing curses. How I had even managed to dodge that many spells within a five minute time slot, I have no idea, all I knew was that my wand was out of my reach and I was too magically exhausted to use elementium or even simple wandless spells. It was then that I heard his voice, trying to fucking sooth me. So that they could capture me no doubt. "Zilla. You know you have done wrong. Please come, and you won't have to be killed" the voice said softly.

"As If I fucking believe that bullshit. I swear on salazars name that you are a disgrace to the wizarding kind!" I screamed at him, finally finding the energy to send a wandless crucio flying at him. He dodged it with ease… quidditch reflexes ran in our family. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention… I was fighting my disgrace of a brother. He was a few years older than me, and married to a muggle. A fucking muggle. I don't know who I was more disgusted at, him for doing it or my parents for not disowning him. I scowled with disgust as he started to approach me slowly, like someone approaching a wounded animal. "You hold onto your ideals too strong, little sister. Why don't you just accept the fact that some of us want peace?" I couldn't help scoffing at that.

"Peace! They'll rip us apart! We need to keep strong by keeping our families pureblood. We cannot let that filth taint our blood. A war is coming, Eideard, and the weaker wizards and witches will be the first to die."

I watched him take in my words, and I could immediately feel the shift in my brother's personality.

"By your hand no doubt" he spat.

I smirked with pure desire for death, trouble and chaos. He was right, after all. And he knew I could if I wanted to. I was the greatest dark witch since the time of Morgan le Fay. In fact, I may have even been more powerful than Morgan herself. I was also the youngest, a mere fifteen year old. I tucked a strand of my silver hair behind my ear, and continued to smirk at my brother. What I hadn't been expecting, was to be ambushed from behind.


When I had finally awoken, I was in a white room. It was bare except for the light above it, which unfortunately worsened my headache.

"You're awake" a familiar voice said, bringing me to both my senses and my feet in a quick movement. Searching for my wand, I scowled darkly when I found it wasn't there. Instead, I busied myself by looking for the source of my brother's voice. I heard him sigh and say, in an exasperated tone, "Zilla, you're not going to find me. I'm not in the room. It's a spell, genius."

I rolled my eyes and glared in the direction of the voice, even If I knew he wasn't there. "Let me guess, you're sending me to Azkaban. Or a death sentence even?" I growled.

"No. We are sending you to eternity." He said simply.

After a series of my yelling out to him and asking what Eternity was, I finally gave up and curled up in a little ball. After what seemed like eternity (I had begun to wonder if that's what he meant, but I doubted it), I heard his voice. "We have arrived. I'm sorry my sister, but we have no choice. Ok guys, let her out." I gasped slightly when he told them to let me out. Did he not realize that I could easily kill them all now that I was well rested? I saw a door materialize on the wall opposite to me, and rushed for it. My biggest mistake. Falling through the door, I found that the door was not a door, but a veil. I screamed as I watched my brother sadly turn away, and as I felt into another universe. Eternity.


Authors Note: Hi guys, I'm Death (my nickname), and this is my first fanfic. Yes yes, I know this chapters not the best, but it's the introduction. Later chapters will be much, much better. Hope you guys like Zilla. Before anyone asks or comments, she is slightly OP, but she comes from a powerful lineage, k. And plus, you'll see over time that she's not as OP as she seems. please review/follow/fav. I enjoy constructive criticism, but please don't be a know-it-all or a complete 'ahhh this is shit' sort of person.